We deal with a lot of frustration in life. Getting beyond the immediate consequences and deciding how to keep moving forward seems a bigger challenge each time.
Case in point: I applied for a copy editing position a few months ago, had a couple of interviews and was a finalist. But, as you guessed, someone else was offered the position.
It’s not the first time and likely won’t be the last. But every time it happens it seems to get harder to move in a direction I’m certain is the one I want to take.
Do I want a full-time position with benefits? Yes. But having enough freelance clients to pay the bills, afford my own health insurance, maybe take a vacation or two every now and then sounds great, too.
Am I willing to do all the marketing, networking and self-promotion that seems to be needed to make the later happen? I’m trying, but I have to admit I could do a better job on that end of the process.
I admire all the small business owners who do reach a level of success. I know it takes long hours, a lot of sweat equity and – in some cases, probably – some luck. I like to think I have given my freelance efforts a good try. I do have a couple of clients that pay well and pretty well, but are monthly or even more sporadic in their assignments. And, despite my efforts to try to branch out from news writing, that’s what these clients pay me for.
That’s another frustration. I found what I thought was my life’s calling in journalism. Without its current failings and shortcomings, it’s seemingly never-ending financial struggles and what seems a growing negative public image, I’d still be in the journalism arena. Maybe it’s still my first choice, despite logic telling me to get out and stay out.
This most recent position seemed to be a step in the right direction: at home, editing stories for some insurance-related trade magazines. But, as what always seems to happen whenever I am considered a job finalist, I see all the positives of working in that position to the exclusion of anything else. That gets me more excited and hopeful. Then when an offer isn’t made – again – it’s that much more deflating.
I wish there was a better, more fair, system to pair good jobs with good workers. The current system just seems to disappoint job seekers, and I’m sure many companies can talk about their struggles to find good employees.
Living in one of the fastest-growing cities in the United States only means more competition for the jobs that are available, too. But right now, this is where I’m staying, so I’ll soon buckle down and move on to the next opportunity.
Whether it’s full-time or freelance, who knows? Either way, the journey continues.